it's pretty pathetic to invoke the fifty-page rule on a book that runs only a hundred ninety-two pages, but I found myself forced to

Day 192: Blegh.

there were one hundred and ninety-one who were in the way

Day 191: I'm exhausted. We went through greeting cards tonight. It was more difficult than words can express.

what does one hundred ninety mean?

Day 190: Talking is good.

she looks a hundred eighty-nine and still dyes her jet black out of a bottle

Day 189: Yeah, the post is late. No, the picture's not.

over a hundred and eighty-eight burials

Day 188: Scared. To death. And worried. Sick.

one hundred and eighty-seven ways to amuse a bored cat

Day 187: I'm sorry. I am.

I was pleased that I'd lost only a hundred and eighty-six ships

Day 186: Long day. Long night. Long time.

out of a hundred eighty-five, not a soldier crossed the line

Day 185: I have several nicknames for Osiris: "'Siris," "Sireeees," "Dipsy Doodles," "Murphy," "Shit Missle," "Tubbs," "Chubbs," "My Precious Precious"... but my favorite is just "Mister Kitty." I love my cats.

the tower has nine rounds and a hundred eighty-four steps to the top

Day 184: I'm a workin' girl again this week, and I'm lovin' it. Finally, a good, solid reason to procrastinate! :^)

over a state of a hundred eighty-three, and whom no emergency however unintended can drive from his drugs

Day 183: I was in either a car, airport, airplane, train station, or train from 7:15 a.m. till 9:15 p.m. today. I'm worn out.

in my sadistic lifespan of a hundred eighty-two, all I've found, and wanted, to protect is you

Day 182: I'm almost halfway there. 183 more days to go. Right? My math is fuzzy.

all said and done, she owed a hundred eighty-one dollar bar tab

Day 181: Mother and I went to lunch with Brianne and Josh today, then we went to the craft store (two, actually), and walked by the river.

a hundred and eighty pages later, we're looking at a double cluster in Perseus

Day 180: Karaoke Night! Pictured: Uncle Eddie, Uncle Glenn, and me. Not pictured: Aunt Wilma, Aunt Mary Edna, Christopher, and Father. I sang 5 songs, and did fairly well with most of them. Well, 3 of them, I think. :^)

this fabulous beast lived in France a hundred seventy-nine million years ago

Day 179: Kitty Time! I drove to Chattanooga in the pouring rain Thursday night just to see this little furry fellow. Okay, so there was more to it than that, but Smokey was a strong motivation. ha!

a hundred and seventy-eight dogs with a history of biting people

Day 178: Conan and I hung out today. He thwarted me... but was stylish whilst thwarting.

a hundred seventy-seven pages in two days as an elective in a subject I don't care about

Day 177: I got to go to Taco Tuesday. Pictured: me, Kathy, Phillip, and Darrell. Not pictured: Brian, Tommy, Amy, Leigh, Andrea, Bonnie, Lori, Punky, Kristen... oh, goodness... there was one more person I can't think of right now. I'm horrible. Oh, and photo by: Lattie.

a hundred seventy-six times, charging full-tilt into a barnyard door

Day 176: Sleepy. Crampy. Lazy. Vacationing.

review of gastrectomies in a one hundred and seventy-five bed community hospital

Day 175: We made it safe and sound to Tennessee today. What a drive! Oh, and my ovaries apparently hate me.

a hundred seventy-four sweaty pits have come before

Day 174: This picture was taken at 11:30 p.m... moments before my Yahtzee showdown with Michael. The loser had to drink Jumex Tamarind Nectar. I won the first game. Michael hem-hawed around drinking the tasty, tasty nectar, so I agreed to best 2 out of 3 games. Big mistake. I ended up losing the next 2 games. Dammit. ::drinking tamarind juice as we speak::





*** PS: I'll be out of town for the next week, so posts might be missed here and there. I'll be sure to take the pictures on time, though. ***

I hope you live to be a hundred seventy-three years old

Day 173: We watched Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind again tonight. That movie makes me leaky. Shh! Don't tell Michael. He'll make fun of me.

a hundred seventy-two people were lost, and so few were saved

Day 172: Since we're low on groceries (again), I made Kool-Aid to satisfy my sweet tooth. The Berry Blast isn't doing much for me, but it does contrast nicely with my shirt.

"a hundred and seventy-one?" she questions, laughing at what she thinks may have been a miscounted stroke

Day 171: I played with the Celebrity face matcher thingy tonight, and I was endlessly amused. Apparently, I look (nothing) like Kate Winslett and Diana Rigg. My brother looks like Federico Garcia Lorca... or Courtney Love. And my dad is like Lee Harvey Oswald. ha! I didn't realize they could match with such stunning accuracy.

five times the strength of legal beer, and to 170-proof spirits

Day 170: I had an interview today. It went pretty well. I'm pretty darn excited about it.

one hundred and sixty-nine cries of adoration and the unity thereof

Day 169: I spent ALL DAY getting my portfolio ready for the interview tomorrow. Wish me luck.

can be entrusted with the charge of a non-repetitious orphan prince, and can be commissioned with backgammon over a state of a hundred sixty-eight

Day 168: Today, I spent most of the day driving (over 3 and 1/2 hours), cleaning rubber cement off presentation boards with an eraser (over 2 hours), and reading (around 1 hour or so). I'm pooped. PS: Brianne, my love, I hope you had an excellent early birthday celebration today. And to those who actually had birthdays today, happy birthday, too. :^)

one hundred sixty-seven thumb replantations and revascularisations

Day 167: We took a walk today in the woods, and I met Joe's friend "Woodie." She's quite voluptuous.

a hundred and sixty-six day campaign of coercive diplomacy

Day 166: I'm at the cabin in Pennsylvania this weekend, so I will be mostly out of touch.

one hundred and sixty-five diving accidents

Day 165: Today was Poppy's birthday! Happy 88th to Poppy! :^) I've had a long day, and now I'm sleepy. Very sleepy.

when I'm (one hundred and) sixty-four

Day 164: Today, I discovered the joy of Utz potato chips. They were voted #1 potato chip in 1981, and they still advertise this accolade on the bag. Nice. They were marked $.99 at the store, but the bag says $1.59. I'm going to have to check my receipt...

the race was underway, one hundred and sixty-three vessels

Day 163: Through the glasses: serious. Over the glasses: very serious. ha!

for one hundred sixty-two games you try not to screw up all that smart stuff

Day 162: I'm late taking and posting my picture today. Dammit.

quote for day one hundred sixty-one... you tried your best, and you failed miserably.

Day 161: I followed the instructions on the banana sticker. Also, I took this picture in the kitchen, and there was a nicely placed rainbow on my head (cast from the prism hanging in the window).

one hundred sixty - being ten more than one hundred fifty

Day 160: Another glasses photo. Why is it that I can't resist taking an over-the-glasses dirty-librarian-look photo when I wear my glasses?

one hundred fifty-nine tremilliamilliaquinquaginmilliaquingennovemdecillion

Day 159: I had Pajama Time all day today. It was nice.

told you a hundred fifty-eight times I cannot stand little notes on my pillow

Day 158: I got to walk about 3 miles today, play at the playground, pick out a new set of dishes, and watch figure skating. Nice.

she's got legs like Astaire and a hundred fifty-seven IQ

Day 157: It's been a long day riddled with adversity and guff from the New Jersey DMV. I've read almost 100 pages in my book, and that helps.

one hundred and fifty-six cases with a follow-up period of 1 to 7 years

Day 156: I got to play in the snow again today. I'd like to thank the fine folks at Game Time for making such a sturdy swing. I love swingsets.

I will kiss you in a hundred fifty-five places

Day 155: The snowglobe ring I ordered came in today. I'm easily amused.

a hundred and fifty-four dollars for the starving tortoise

Day 154: Listen, the snow is falling o'er town. Listen, the snow is falling everywhere. Between Empire State Building and between Trafalgar Square. Listen, the snow is falling o'er town. Listen, the snow is falling o'er town. Listen, the snow is falling everywhere. Between your bed and mine, between your head and my mind. Listen, the snow is falling o'er town. Between Tokyo and Paris, between London and Dallas, between your love and mine. Listen, the snow is falling everywhere. (Yoko Ono)

a hundred fifty-three against the warped autocracy

Day 153: Me. My injured wrist. The snow.

I really believe that a chef knows how to cut up a tomato a hundred and fifty-two ways

Day 152: Today is our second anniversary.

so we didn't use a hundred fifty-one thousand gallons of diesel

Day 151: I've been cleaning today. Been cleaning all week, actually. But, today I tackled my art stuff. I found my little fortune telling "miracle fish." Apparently, I'm in love. Excellent.

one hundred and fifty years after the war

Day 150: The cat camps out in front of the computer now. I'm not sure why he does this, but he ends up pressing all the keys and making the computer do strange things.

a study of one hundred forty-nine non-operated, unselected, concomitant strabismus

Day 149: I have a semi-clean living room.

one forty-eight part of said testators estate in lands

Day 148: This should be my MySpace shot. Ha!

one hundred and forty-seven reasons not to role-play

Day 147: For the first time, I'm alone in the new apartment. I thought of doing a Macaulay Culkin Home Alone rip-off picture for today's post, but then I came to my senses.

he Scotch-taped a hundred forty-six pigeons to

Day 146: We moved furniture around today, and I unpacked and relocated many, many boxes. My back hurts. I'm tired. But I am spiffy clean now.

one hundred and forty-five consecutive pancreaticoduodenectomies

Day 145: We have a mouse in the new apartment. I like mice. They're cute. They're soft. They run on little wheels in cages. But ironically, I'm scared to friggin' death of them when they're loose in my living quarters. So, I let O'Malley and Osiris go investigate inside the cabinet today to look for the mouse. Apparently, there's a HUGE, GAPING HOLE in the side of the cabinet, and O'Malley disappeared inside it. I was scared to death. He came out, but now, he keeps trying to get back into the cabinet. Silly cat. Here's a picture of me and Osiris watching O'Malley try to get into the cabinet.

a hundred and forty-four enemy raiders

Day 144: Before embarking on our 4-hour quest for a new computer desk today, we took a drive down the street, and we found the water. There's no beach at this particular inlet, but there is a little walking trail. It's nice.

one hundred and forty-three pounds, four shillings, and three pence

Day 143: Maybe I'll actually have some time to relax tomorrow. Maybe.